And I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to get so obsessed with possessing me that he lost control. I wanted all of him, so completely, so desperately…
Didn’t I?
That craving whispered from somewhere deep inside of me. I could feel it creeping out, trying to coil around Lucas.
Sweat beaded upon my neck.
Lucas let out a quiet chuckle and kissed me softly on the cheek, then, with whispered words, laid the truth bare.
“You were the one who chose to dance without telling me, Cece. I dutifully played guard dog to you, but when I said you could do what you wanted, you went and turned those words against me. And now you want to act like you didn’t know that was how this would end? That’s not going to work on me.”
I didn’t dare say a word.
“You wanted to see me unleashed, didn’t you? You wanted to see what I’d do if I broke free and came straight for you.”
I was so mortified, I couldn’t speak.
He slowly dragged his thumb over my lips, then rubbed the color from them onto his own lower lip.
Then he brought the same finger to his mouth, bit down, and let the blood trickle out. With his blood, he painted my lips, as if to mark me as his own…just as he pressed his other hand against the Promise Mark low on my abdomen.
“That’s why I have the right to claim you, Cece. Because you belong to me alone.”
“Nngh!”
He leaned in close and kissed my shoulder like he was holding back from leaving a mark. The blood-stained kiss made me bite down on my lips.
I want him to mark me… But I shouldn’t think things like that. And I absolutely cannot say so out loud.
His kiss released a tang of metal into the air, cold and sharp, not tender at all. But the way he touched me was patience itself, like he was taking his time to drive me crazy.
I shook my head, trying to beg him not to be so cruel, but he deliberately misinterpreted the gesture. And as he began to describe our situation, it became clear he was way beyond the point of reason.
“When I’m inside of you, I always rub your Promise Mark. And you love it.”
“I-I do not! I never…!”
“At first, you get scared. You hold your breath when I push my cock inside, like you’re scared I’ll split you apart. But then your pussy tightens around me like it can’t get enough, and you get so wet you start begging for more.”
N-no way! There’s no way I’m like that! Like some shameless wife losing herself to him!
“L-Lukie, please stop saying such things!”
“You always relax so fast. As soon as I start thrusting, you push your hips up like you want me to go deeper. Like you’re asking me to fuck you right down to your very core.”
He’s going into way too much detail! And I know exactly what he means… It’s way too easy to picture.
The moment he started rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the mark on my lower belly, my body reacted instantly. And I was incredibly sensitive.
“Ahh, nngh! Wait, stop! Not there, please!”
I felt a sharp ache run through my vagina, and I gasped.
I was sweating and shaking, but my body was desperate for more. It throbbed with desire. I shook my head and tried to make him stop. I didn’t want to say it. I couldn’t take it.
“Every time I thrust deeper and call your name, every part of you answers with love. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. So my sweet Cece, I want you to get wet for me right now,” he said in a husky whisper. And the moment he did, the spot beneath my Promise Mark surged with heat. I felt my panties grow cold and damp.
“Ahh, nngh… No…?”
I froze, stunned at what my body had just done, and the refusal that slipped out of me sounded more like a question than a protest.
Lucas realized what happened and reached for my panties again to force me to face reality.
“No? To which part? Don’t tell me it’s about how you wanted all of me?”
“Ahhh!”
He held out my soaked panties, still glistening with strings of my wetness, throwing my own words back at me. I couldn’t deny it even if I tried. I felt my throat tighten. If I answered him now, he’d ruin me.
He’d push me down right here in this corridor, where anyone could walk by, and take me however he wanted. He’d turn me into exactly what he desired.
Even though we were husband and wife, that still didn’t make it right. My brain clung desperately to that last fragment of reason.
“Look at how wet you are. So why not just give in, drown in me like I’m drowning in you?”
He wasn’t pretending. He wasn’t playing it cool. He was just showing me the real Lucas. The one who’d give everything to me and only me. My chest tightened so intensely I couldn’t breathe.
And then I saw it.
That look in his golden eyes radiated such an intense love that I knew it would burn my soul to ashes if I betrayed it, and it made something deep inside me bubble up to the surface.
Understanding an overpowered sadist’s feelings is a lifelong challenge, I thought as I reached out to his face and then, feeling ridiculously guilty about it…
I slapped him.
“I’m already drowning. Can’t you tell?!”
“N-no way. You hit me? Cece, did you just hit me?”
My slap barely made the tiniest whap! Sound, but Lucas looked totally stunned. I yanked him close and kissed him before he could say anything else.
“Stupid Lukie.”
“Mmph!”
Even though he’d been furious a second ago, he immediately scooped me up and kissed me right back. I glared at him.
“You’re such a selfish pervert! I want to give you what you want, too!”
“Y-yeah. That makes me really happy. Actually, um… Do you think you could maybe hit me again? And a little harder next time?”
He completely glossed over the scolding I was giving him! Blushing and smiling like some adorable puppy when he was just furious a minute ago! What the hell?! And what does he mean, a little harder?! That’s not the kind of request you make with that face!
“No way! That’s not something a proper lady should ever do. That was a onetime thing! Let’s just go back to the palace already!”
I turned on my heel and reached for my discarded skirt, ready to make my escape, only to have him cut me off again.
“No. You said you wanted all of me. That means you have to show me you want me right here.”
I didn’t even make it out of his arms before he pulled me back.
My overly possessive handful of a husband didn’t hesitate to exploit my guilt and affection to get what he wanted again.
He slid his hand between my legs, and I panicked, grabbing his wrist with both hands.
“L-Lukie, stop! I’m serious! Stop it right now!”
“You danced to make sure everyone knows you’re mine. That’s not something a proper lady would do either, is it?” he pouted, throwing my words right back in my face for the second time.
He really did love that I told him I wanted everything about him, didn’t he? Ugh, he’s adorable. So adorable. I love him so—wait, no! Focus, Cece!
“I’m really sorry about that. But you always try to solve things with brute force. That’s not how a real gentleman does things. So I don’t have time to act like a lady that—mmph!”
I was trying to tell him I was sorry for acting like a scamp, but then he suddenly grabbed my chin and forced a kiss on me.
His tongue slid across the roof of my mouth, and every time my shoulders twitched from the sensation, he lightly tapped his fingers against the hood of my clit, making it impossible for me to keep my balance as I stood on my tiptoes.
“Mmph, nngh, ahh!”
“Cece…”
Maybe he thought I was asking for it, because the moment our kiss deepened, his fingers pressed and circled my sensitive nub. My vision went white.
“Nngh, ahhh!”
A piercing sensation shot through my ears as I came hard. My whole body went limp, but he caught me in his arms, kissing my temple over and over again as if to overwrite the shame of my coming in a place like this.
“D-Don’t… You’re gonna make me want more…”
I didn’t mean that as permission. It was just how I felt.
That was all it was, but Lucas didn’t ease up. He picked me up, and only when I saw his preening, gorgeous smile did I realize what I’d just said.
“My wife may not be acting like a proper lady right now, but I’m not being much of a gentleman, either. We’ll keep going until you want it.”
No… That means he’s going to keep going until I break and beg for it! Right here, in this hallway! Of course he’d turn it into that kind of scenario!
“W-wait, Lukie. I do want it. I want it so much, but let’s just go back to our room first.” I finally swallowed my pride and admitted I wanted him, but instead of agreeing, he just shook his head gravely and said something about how it was important that we did it here.